Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"We can't always be like this. It's not good to break the unspoken rules. After Yuan Hua is removed, another one will be sent from above. But it's okay. It doesn't matter if he doesn't cooperate. We have high standards in production and can completely bypass the technical department and the quality inspection department. Besides, the technical personnel and quality inspection personnel are not trained by him, but brought up by ourselves. Respect him, he is just a chief engineer. Don't respect him, he can only drink water in the office. If another chief engineer comes, we will pay attention," said Xu Sinian.

"I see. Brother Xu, why are you bringing these things? It's not a festival." Zhang Dabao saw the bag that Xu Sinian brought.

"My brother just sent me some specialties from my hometown. You can take a look at it, Dabiao. I have to hurry back as there are too many things to do in the factory right now," said Xu Sinian.

"I have another favor to trouble you. I want to build a greenhouse and I need white plastic sheeting. Please ask where I can find one. A sheet of about 100 meters will be enough. I want to plant some leeks in the winter and make some dumplings during the Spring Festival," said Zhang Dabao.

"It should be no problem. I'll ask someone. If it's available, I'll send someone to deliver it to you directly." Xu Sinian seemed to be really busy. He said a few words and left in a hurry.

Zhang Dabao took a look at the bag he brought. Wow, it was all forest ginseng. This specialty is very popular. Now that the weather is cold, wouldn’t it be nice to make some soup with it?

I put the things in the inner room, put the file bag into the space, took a coat, and some dried fruits and went to the street office.

"Da Biao, why are you on a business trip for such a long time?" Wang Xiuqin asked.

"Aunt, I have to contact the business. This time the factory has an additional order of 12,000 tons, and I am the one who contacted them. I am the chief of the Supply and Marketing Section 2, and I have to play an important role," said Zhang Dabia.

"Don't buy clothes for me all the time. How much do you earn a month?" Wang Xiuqin said.

"More than a hundred yuan a month. I have money. Have you forgotten that I can hunt? When I set out this time, I sold 15 wild boars to the factory. I have money, so don't worry," said Zhang Dabao.

"Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this. You can wear anything. Why buy something so expensive? This one is not cheap, is it?" Wang Xiuqin asked.

"Don't ask how much it costs. I bought it for you. I'm willing to spend any amount of money on it," said Zhang Dabao.

Although Wang Xiuqin said she didn't want to, she was actually very happy to put it on. Coats are something that is always missing in a woman's wardrobe.

After chatting with Wang Xiuqin for more than an hour, Zhang Dabao said goodbye and left. When he had time in the evening, he would go to Yu's, Lei's, and Ji's families to deliver some dried fruits, cigarettes, etc.

Instead of going back to Yard No. 95, I came to Yard No. 10 Chunfeng Hutong. No one had been in the yard for a long time. Half of the yard was covered with fallen leaves, and the room was full of dust. The sandstorm in the capital was so irritating and penetrated every pore.

It took more than an hour to clean up. Zhang Dabao lay on the bed, looking at the materials sent by Xu Sinian. Yuan Hua, fifty years old, was from Fenghua, Zhejiang. He studied at a military academy in the south and was a graduate of the 11th engineering corps class. He started out fighting against the Japanese in the skinhead party. Later, he joined our army due to policy issues. He was a regimental cadre before he was transferred here.

Yuan Hua's personal achievements are not high, but he has classmates working in ministries and military regions, and some of them have made considerable achievements, so he has been doing well in the ministries over the years. This time he was transferred to the steel rolling mill, it seems that someone wants to push him up.

As soon as the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill achieved some success, some people jumped out impatiently to reap the benefits. Yuan Hua was the first person they pushed forward, but he would definitely not be the last. Therefore, if Red Star Steel Rolling Mill was to remain stable, Yuan Hua's hands must be cut off so that they would not dare to reach out again.

In addition to Yuan Hua's basic information, the file bag also contained some things he wrote. Xu Sinian was very meticulous in his work, and these things gave Zhang Dabao a lot of inspiration.

Yuan Hua lives in a small courtyard in Dong'anmen. His two sons and two daughters are married and live separately, so he and his wife are the only two people at home.

Zhang Dashi thought of what Xing Baoguo said when he first entered the factory, that there were enemy spies, and no matter whether Yuan Hua had connections or not, he had to have connections now, so Zhang Dabao closed the doors and windows and took out the computer and color printer.

Zhang Dabao waited in Courtyard No. 95 until midnight. He put five letters in envelopes and put them in the mailbox, and sent them to Minister Gao Cheng of the Ministry of Machinery Industry, Deputy Minister Shi Kejun, Director Yang Weihua of the Metallurgical Bureau, Dongcheng District Government, and Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau. After sending the letters, Zhang Dabao came to Yuan Hua's home. It was already one o'clock in the morning and the old couple had already fallen asleep. Zhang Dabao put some things in the large vat in his east wing, and then pressed it with a bag of grain.

I rested in Hufeng Hutong until ten o'clock the next morning. After getting up, I still felt sleepy, but I was afraid that Xu Sinian would send someone to bring me plastic sheeting, so I rode my motorcycle back to No. 95 Yard and continued to sleep.

The postman distributed letters in the morning. Most of the letters that arrived yesterday had been sorted. He sorted them again overnight along with the morning's letters. Then he sorted them according to different areas. In the morning, the postman delivered three letters to the Ministry of Machinery Industry.

The first person to see the letter was Deputy Minister Shi Kejun. He knew it was a report letter as soon as he saw the envelope. He usually just took a look at the content of the report and decided whether to investigate or not. Matters reported in anonymous letters cannot be proven, so anonymous reports are rarely investigated.

But today's content is different. There is no letter this time, but two photos. The contents of the photos are two letters. When Kejun saw the title and signature, he broke out in a cold sweat. What the hell is going on.

The first photo was written by Yuan Hua. It was a letter of allegiance to his old principal. The words expressed his respect for the old principal and his dissatisfaction with his current situation. He hoped to have another chance to listen to the old principal's teachings. The second letter was just a reply. "My brother Yuan Hua". These four words almost blinded Shi Kejun's eyes. The letter was very short, with only a few dozen words. It meant that I have received your letter and understand your meaning. I hope you will wait for the opportunity to cooperate again, etc. The signature was his old principal.

Shi Kejun was trembling all over now. He came to the minister's office with the letter, "Minister Gao, this is a serious situation. Xiao Li, please step aside for a while." Shi Kejun asked Minister Gao and the secretary to go out first. He came to deliver a letter to Minister Gao. Coincidentally, the letter of complaint was there, and Shi Kejun recognized the handwriting on it.

"Lao Shi, what happened?" Minister Gao said.

"Minister, I also received this letter. Can you open it and have a look?" Shi Kejun took out the letter.

"A letter of denunciation? There were not many of them that day?" Minister Gao glanced at Shi Kejun and opened the letter.

"Fuck, teacher, this is a serious matter. Is the handwriting correct?" Minister Gao Cheng asked.

"I saw his handwritten commendation letter when I was in the army, and it felt real," said Shi Kejun.

"Minister, I'm Yang Weihua, and I have something important to report to you," Yang Weihua shouted outside.

"It seems Weihua has also received the letter," Gao Cheng said to Shi Kejun, "Come in," Yang Weihua came in with an envelope in his hand.